Er….
Yes….
The moon was booked to appear in this poem,
But due to stress
and overwork,
Countless appearances in sonnets and haiku,
It’s going to be difficult to express how much
I like you.
It’s been holding it’s breath
And turning blue,
Once in a while.
Smiling for children,
Styling the tide.
Inspiring sex,
And suicide.
A backlog of allusions to deal with.
Feelings to justify.
It’s done very well for a lump of white rock,
With a peak time slot in the night sky,
Sharing top billing with it’s straight man, the sun, The best double act
in kingdom not come.
Mystified and delighted
With the interest shown
By painters
And writers
And people alone.
But at the last minute NASA phoned
And bumped up the residuals,
So your poem’s been postponed.
I’m sorry.